After that, some people started to suspect this and that. You know what we wrote. We don’t have time to go out and chat like others. We think it’s normal, but in the eyes of others, they always think we are doing bad things at home.”
Zhang Hongshu held his forehead with his hand. He could tell that Comrade Yueshang Haitang had suffered a great deal of injustice today, otherwise he wouldn't have talked to him so much.
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
"Remember to send me the rest of the manuscript as soon as possible."
Su Nuan responded, "Okay, I'll try to send it out in the next two days."
"Well, the readers are all waiting for your serialization, please don't let them down."
"good."
Su Nuan hung up the phone and strode out amid the envious and admiring eyes of the operator.
It seemed that she would have to ride her bike to the commune post office to mail the manuscript herself.
That bastard named Chu not only prevented her from sending out her manuscript, but also caused her identity as a writer to be leaked.
"Comrade Su?"
"I heard you were a great writer."
"Would it be convenient for me to know what your pen name is? I'd like to find some time to read your work."
Su Nuan smiled and rejected a young wife from the family compound, and returned to her home as quickly as if her feet were greased.
Whoever greeted her along the way, she just waved and then quickened her pace. No one should even think of finding a chance to ask about her pen name!
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